Page 42 of Becoming the Owners
Whining and squirming were beyond my control to stop, but when he started nudging at my balls and making sexy, happy sounds, he completely fucked with my head. He was thoroughly enjoying marking me…but even if I danced tomorrow, most people wouldn’t see his brand on me unless I wore the tiniest shorts I owned.
It had questions and fantasies whirling in my passion-addled brain. I was so stuck on the feel of his body against mine and the images he’d stuck in my brain that as he sat up and flipped me over, all I could think about was where else he could mark me.
So I did the only reasonable thing—I pushed my ass up and begged for more attention. My needy sounds made him chuckle, but he gave me what I wanted, nibbling low on one cheek. “It’s too perfect to mark you here, pretty bird, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love to see it.”
God.
He tempted me, kissing and using his teeth to make me crazy, humping and whining. But Master wouldn’t rush. He kissed over the little strings that held the sexy fabric in place, but it was the single little lick over my hole that had me moaning and completely desperate.
That was when he did it.
Brat.
I was so unprepared for the smack to my ass, I didn’t get a chance to worry.
The sound was startling, but the flash of heat and his soft tongue doing such wicked things made it impossible to be scared of the intimate act. After a moment, when the sensation had swept through me, Master kissed the area he’d just spanked and tenderly caressed over it. “I think a good artist would be able to recreate my handprint on your ass exactly, pretty birdie. That might be the only way to improve perfection.”
As I just gaped and tried to ignore what he was doing to my dick, he chuckled and gave the handprint another kiss. “Hmm, stunned speechless with desire, huh?”
I wasn’t sure when he was going to realize he wasn’t supposed to be the brat. According to the internet, that was my role in this relationship.
“Your hand?” It wasn’t until the breathy words escaped that I realized I was supposed to have told him no.
Probably hell no.
But his hand?
Master let out another low, sexy hum as his fingers swept over me. Between his obvious pleasure and devilish delight at the idea of permanently marking me with his hand and the way his fingers were teasing at my desperate, clenched ring, he’d scrambled every last brain cell.
I’d tell him no later.
Yes, that was what I would do.
Later…much later…
Chapter 13
Ben
My pretty bird couldn’t seem to decide if he was shocked or intrigued by the idea of my handprint permanently on his ass cheek. One more spank on his other side had him mumbling about his perfect ass and weird decorations.
He should’ve turned around and told me not to be ridiculous, but it seemed that part of him liked the idea of having such a blatant sign of ownership on him…and really, my pretty bird liked to stand out, so that might’ve had something to do with it too.
He was also enjoying his spanking.
I kept it light for his first time, teasing the pain instead of making it something he had to struggle through, but the way he kept pushing back against me and making cute begging noises said he was enjoying himself.
I had a feeling he’d love something sharper and longer, but that wasn’t my goal for tonight. I didn’t want him to find subspace when our goal was sex, and I wanted to leave him demanding more. He might’ve been trying to be sweet for the moment, but it wouldn’t be long before my birdie’s curiosity had him pushing to do it again.
However, for tonight he was so distracted and aroused that we weren’t going to push into anything harder. He was so lost inhis dirty thoughts and fantasies about what his Dom would do that he didn’t even notice me reaching for the lube.
Something about the sound of the condom being tossed on the bed had his brain tuning back in, but it was the beautifully dirty sound the lube made that had him moaning. “I’ve been very good, Sir.”
I was curious about his scale for that, but I didn’t argue with him. I just leaned down and kissed one pink cheek as I slicked my fingers. “You’ve been so good for me, birdie, and you’re so sexy like this.”
That got a moan from him as he swung his ass, tempting me again. “Did you make it pretty? Is it pink?”
Now that was an interesting question.
